A few weeks ago, a note arrived from Laura Stanfill, the publisher of a brand-new press called Forest Avenue. Laura knew of my interest in the Schuylkill River. She'd been talking with a mutual friend (the fabulous Colleen Mondor, a fabulous author AND indie publisher). She wondered, she wrote, if I'd be interested in taking a look at a new novel by an award-winning poet named Kate Gray, a book, she said, that "is an unblinking look at boarding school bullying based on Kate's first year as a teacher, with a strong rowing emphasis, including a major plot point that happens on the Schuylkill." The book, Laura continued, "celebrates the river's strength and beauty—and its rowers." It has already been celebrated by writers like Hannah Tinti (about whom I once wrote here), Ron Carlson (whose work I love and mentioned here), and Christopher Buckley.
Laura went on to describe Forest Avenue Press, which has recently signed with a division of the distributor PGW/Perseus and which (pay attention to this) is opening nationally for submissions in January.
A new, award-winning press with promise, I thought.
An editor who deeply loves her authors and is committed to finding a broad audience for her work.
A poet novelist.
The river.
I'm in.
Yesterday and early this morning I've been reading Carry the Sky, this newly launched novel. Gray is a poet all right—a fierce one, a smart one, a writer who knows her rowing, her rivers, the claustrophobia of boarding school bullying, the ache of loss, Physics, and origami. She tells her story through the alternating voices of a Delaware boarding school's new rowing coach and the Physics teacher—both of whom are operating within a haunted psychic space. She tells her story with urgency and with details—physical and emotional—that are wholly unexpected. No cliches here, not in this urgent novel.
For example: Here is Taylor, the rowing coach, in a field with a boy who is different, a boy talking about death, a boy around whom the plot will soon turn:
The flocks of geese in these fields made the ground come alive. Their way of feeding and calling made a hum, something steady. "Why are you talking about death?" His face jerked left like a machine, then jerked right. Without looking at his face, I put the dinosaur on his blanket.In a Q and A at the end of Carry the Sky, Kate Gray speaks of the road she took toward publishing. It wasn't an easy one. It required fortitude—eight years to write the book, two years to revise it, a series of rejections, and then the balm of a writing group:
"Why do you like rowing?" he asked. The question was drum roll, cymbal crash, horn.
It was something to do with not wanting to feel pain but wanting to know pain. Like wanting to know fire. You light it in front of you, the colors all over the place, the heat all over your skin, but you don't want to burn or anything. I don't know, but I understand him a little more in the middle of that field, with geese all over everywhere, geese getting along with the swans, and all of us finding a place to land.
After I had written and rewritten a complete draft, received rejections when I sent the manuscript out, my indefatigable partner gathered a group of twelve friends to our house for potlucks once a month, and we read the entire draft out loud. Their questions and insights were invaluable. Reading the whole thing out loud let me hear the gaps, the promise.And so, to a riveting debut novelist, to a brand-new press, to the partner who cared, to the friends who listened, to the rivers that haunt and sustain us — many congratulations on a work of art.
I wish I could tell you how many times I've looked at this book in the bookstore. I've picked it up and then decided I had it mixed up with The Book Thief. I've added it to my wish list.
Wow. This is one that I have heard of but not really considered. Super review because it made me want to read the book. As soon as I hit "post comment," I'm off to see if it's available on ebook so I can buy it right away.
Ha, you read my mind. I was hemming and hawwing over this book yesterday at the bookstore, thought it looked fabulous but, I mean really, do I need more books? Well, now I know that I do. :)
Putting this on my to-read list!
I really loved this book as well, Beth! I'm so glad we're of a kindred mind on this one. ;)
I've been eyeing this one for a while Beth, and your review makes me think it would be the book to buy for my husband for Christmas to read aloud to me (it's this thing we do). Thanks!
Many thanks for your review. It feels good to want to sneak into bed with a gem like this. Thebook I'm reading now is having the same effect on me.
Greetings from London.
It is my mom who tells me nearly every evening, Have you seen Beth's latest post? You have to read it! It's so nice!
Sometimes on a busy day, after her recommendation, I squeeze in a visit to your blog to see what she was so interested in. I'm always satisfied.
Thank you for that, for always posting something sweet and sincere for us to enjoy. :)